Words flow as I write
Ephemeral things
Catch them as they come
On invisible wings
If I walk on a street
A thought appears
And stays for a second
Unless trapped on paper
But should I fail
To put thought into form
It remains a vague memory
A troublesome haunt
And should I rack my brain
To word my thoughts suitably
They slip past quickly and
Laughingly elude me
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